Stiles was used to everything going bad and then getting worse. He was used to everyone being evil and out to get him. What he didn't expect was Haley Darby. A seemingly normal girl who, admittedly, had caught his attention before. She stumbled into...
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Hayley Darby has always been superstitious. She grew up on fairies, dragons and wizards and a part of her never let go of it. Maybe it was naïve to think there was something more to the world but her inner child doesn't want to believe the monotonous pattern of her life will stick forever. Every day is the same; wakeup, get ready, go to school, get home, study and go to bed. It just repeated and repeated and repeated.
Her body felt as if it was in auto-pilot recently, not aware of any of her actions. She needed a change. Something drastic to switch up her bland life.
She sat on her bed, her head covered in a soft blanket, staring at the ceiling. She had been like this for 20 minutes. Her math book lay out in front of her though she tried to ignore its incessant mocking. Hayley had thought if she didn't see the maths book then maybe she wouldn't have to do the studying .
It was procrastination at its finest.
It had come to the point that she was estimating how long the crack in her ceiling was. Hayley lived in a fairly small apartment with her mother. It was well-used and well-loved and probably needed redecorating.
It was how it had always been, her father left at a young age and all that remained was a few faint memories and anger that had been lying dormant in her for 12 years waiting to be released. Hayley wasn't usually the type of person to hold onto something this long but there was something about that man that instantly made her jaw clench.
She wasn't sure what would happen if she met him and to be honest she wasn't sure if she was ready to find out what she was capable of.
She had finally decided the crack was 7cm long when she suddenly got a jolt of pain shoot through her brain. It was throbbing and it felt as though her brain was inflating to a size that wouldn't fit in her skull.
It was agony.
Her dainty hands pulled at the roots of her hair as she squeezed her eyes shut. Stray tears leaked out of her eyes, falling down her freckled cheeks. A whimper escaped her lips and she began to rock back and forth at the pain.
She opened her eyes with a gasp when she felt like she was moving at an inhumane speed. Lights flickered round her in flashes as she past them. She was heading towards the end of a tunnel. It looked like a classroom. That was odd, school starts tomorrow. Hayley reached the end of the tunnel and flopped into a desk chair with a small bounce.
She looked around the room with her brows furrowed. It was undoubtedly her English classroom but she has no idea why or how she got here.
Stiles sat in front of her in his usual plaid shirt, talking to Lydia as he stared at the plaster at the bottom of her leg. She overheard the last of their conversation
